I was born and raised in a Christian home; saved at the age of four. My dad (pastor Dave) was a missionary pastor and still is to this day, so naturally we moved around a lot. With my dad, being a pastor there was an obsessive amount of spiritual warfare going on in our lives, especially when we moved to Armargosa, Nevada, a small town of 1,200 people in the middle of nowhere. We were out there for two years until the Lord called us back to California. He set us in a town called San Marcos and gave us the ministry of Calvary Chapel Mission Hills, where we serving today.
I picked up the guitar in 6th grade (2003). I joined a couple of garage bands but never really went any where with music. I put it down for about two years and picked up skating. For those two years, I started to fall away from Christ and do my own thing. The crowd that skating got me into was known as the druggies and pot heads in school. In my rebellion, I also picked up on some of the bad habits of this group. Even though I turned my back against the Lord, He never ceased to watch over my life and kept pursuing after me. There was always that still small voice in the back of my head convicting me and calling me.
In January, 2006, I gave my life back to the Lord, but it was a slow process before I gave everything up. The Lord blessed me with a whole new crowd of friends that were followers of Christ. I slowly gave up skating and started to pick up the guitar again. I also had the blessing of learning how to play the bass. A short time later, one of the members of the Calvary Chapel Mission Hills Worship Band had informed Greg (our Worship Leader) of my playing the guitar. Greg asked me to join them for one of the practices. I came to the practice and Greg taught me a few things. After practice, Greg told me to bring my guitar on Sunday morning. I looked at him like he was crazy and reluctantly said OK. I was super nervous and messed up a lot but Greg kept asking me to come to practice.
A year and a half or so went by and the worship team suddenly needed a bass player. Erik (the drummer man) had told Greg that I knew how to play bass. I was of course just getting comfortable with playing guitar, so I wasn’t too happy about the switch, but that’s how God works. It took me awhile to get the hang of playing the bass with a band but eventually, over time, God has given me the ability to play. Trusting in the Lord in what ever I do has given me strength to jump out in faith and do what ever the Lord calls me to do.
What is faith? It is the confident assurance that what we hope for is going to happen. It is the evidence of things we cannot yet see. (Hebrews11:1)